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Why do they call me the King of the Bop?. Why do they call me the King of the Bop?. Why do they call me the King of the Bop?. Why do they call me the King of the Bop?.
Destructive, exciting and I can't let go. Inciting a riot on my radio. I'm going, I'm gone, even though I know it's wrong. He's a Saturday night and Sunday morning rolled into one.
Kill, Fuck, Marry are the things I wanna do to you. Your love drives me crazy but my bullets pass right through. And passion feeds lust when the trust is questioned.
One day at the sea shore. I saw the triangle. I saw the triangle. It was moving on the surface. Is that people sailin' on a boat. Oh, it's not. It's a shark.
Turned on the radio, sounded like a disco. Must've turned the dial for a couple of miles. But I couldn't find no rock 'n' roll. This computerized crap ain't gettin' me off.
All about this story. Of my complaints. Everyday I found. Something to carry on. It seemed so fine but. I felt so abnormal. 'cause I wanted to have the.
I met a little girl in Knoxville. A town we all know well. And every Sunday evening. Out in her home I'd dwell. . We went to take an evening walk. About a mile from town.
These chains of sorrow. They are heavy, it is true. And these locks cannot be broken. No, not with one thousand keys. . O Jailer, you're dragging. Ball and chain, you cannot see.
Now they put the stink on us. stuffed us fulla incubus. choc-o-block with sucubus. never more than fuck to us. c'mon and kiss me black.
Can you turn me up a bit?. . King Kong Kitchee Kitchee Ki-Mi-O. King Kong Kitchee Kitchee Ki-Mi-O. King Kong Kitchee Kitchee Ki-Mi-O. King Kong Kitchee Kitchee Ki-Mi-O.
This leaves out a lot of the repetions on this lyric sheet, and I'm pretty sure a few sections are out of order compared with the recorded song.. . King Ink strolls into town.
Well I love that Kewpie Doll. yeah I bought her in a show. I dressed her up in a cheap red cotton dress. but everything was either fished-out or spat out.
When I first came to town. They called me the roving jewel. Now they've changed their tune. They call me Katy Cruel. Oh diddle day, oh diddle lie o day.
It's a big old existential world. Made just for a boy and girl. It requires a thousand eyes. For hidden tears. . Find a room that's furthest from the flames.
Pick up the pieces that the puzzle made. From scraps of dreams out of focus and frayed. Make up the reasons for the words that were said. From scraps of dreams that trap the screams.
Revolution!. . I speak truth in the face of lies a burst of sun that shatters the sky. Finish end begin to start rise together or fall apart follow my heart.
I Went to a party last Saturday night. I didn't get laid I got in a fight uh-huh. It ain't no big thing. Late for my job and the traffic was bad. Had to borrow 10 bucks from my old man uh-huh.
He might sing for all the ladies. In the front row. The luckiest one will catch the scarf that he throws. In the mood for Huey Lewis. Or maybe a show tune.
Right, the next song I'm gonna do is about an old friend of mine called Ken, who hates me.. Ok, here we go... . Oh Ken,. I've known you since you were ten..